Jail Bait
mc; Mg; Mdom; fdom; oral; anal; mast
He looked down and saw her beautiful doe-eyes looking back at him, her lips wrapped around his pulsing cock, her throat working to swallow the cum that flowed into her mouth in a seemingly never-ending stream. As he looked, he realized that it was those eyes that first attracted him to her, that drove his desire to have her as his pet and be the one to claim her virginities.
He first saw her while out on a run one spring morning. She was at that age where her body was transitioning from the pudgy androgyny of childhood into those delicious curves that defined femininity. She had been as skittish as a fawn and it had taken weeks for him to gain her trust and still more weeks to embed those post-hypnotic suggestions that would replace the intelligence that originally shown from those beautiful eyes with abject submission.
He pulled his still-hard cock from her mouth and gathered her in his arms, lifting her lithe body from its kneeling position on the floor. He carried her to the bed and laid her down upon its edge, positioning her so that her legs fell to either side of his hips. Placing the head of his cock at the entrance of her hot, moist cunt, he entered her in one slow thrust, taking her virginity in a single stroke. Heedless of her cries, he began a cycle of slow thrusts in and out of her tight pussy, savoring its tightness as he built towards his release. As he felt those first unmistakable signs of orgasm, he began to pound his cock into her. Each thrust came faster and harder than the last; he had no thought for anything other than his own pleasure and he welcomed his release with a shout. He pulled his still-pulsing cock from her cunt and gleefully decorated her torso with long streams of his hot cum.
He flopped down on the other side of the bed and ordered her to crawl over to him and clean his cock with her tongue. He found the sight of her, tears streaming down her face, his cum dripping from her belly and pussy, to be quite erotic and he felt his cock stirring once more. As she lapped her fluids and the remains of his sperm from his cock, belly and thighs, he felt his cock grow hard again. He rose from the bed and told her to stay on her hands and knees. Then he walked around the bed, enjoying the sight of her: her head bowed in submission, her small tits hanging from her chest, pulled into perfect cones, her body shaking - whether in anticipation, fear, or cold made no difference to him.
He climbed onto the bed behind her, kneeling, his cock dripping pre-cum down the crack of her ass. She started when he gave her ass cheeks a playful smack, but she did not break position. Such a perfect pet, he would miss her after he tired of her. He lifted her torso off the bed and held her against him with one arm crossing her body just below her tits, lifting her until her knees left the bed and her small rosebud was aligned with the tip of his cock. Using his other hand, he pushed her back and down against his cock, driving it hard into her ass and reveling in the sensations as her entire body tensed against this sudden, unfamiliar invasion and a scream tore from her throat.
He stayed still for some time, enjoying the way her ass spasmed around his cock. As her body began to relax, he moved his hand down to her cunt and, with a single finger, began to stroke her clit with feather-light touches. As her breathing began to become ragged, he began to fuck her cunt with his fingers - first one, then two and eventually working three into her. He worked slowly, methodically, and as she began to build toward release, he began to fuck her ass with his cock. As his own release approached, he pinned her to him - the hand in her cunt driving her back against his cock until its entire length had been buried in her. The arm around her chest held her to him, squeezing her tight, limiting her breathing to shallow pants, squeezing until his cum exploded into her bowels and pleasure burst through his mind. Finally sated, he released her and let her drop to the bed.
As he rose from the bed, he was startled by a knock on the door, and as he turned to answer it, his world went black.
She had discovered he was a talented cunt-licker and she had enjoyed his slavish devotion to that task so much she had let him bring her to a half-dozen wonderful orgasms before letting him wander off into whatever fantasy his mind would create.
When she first saw him panting his way down the jogging path, she knew he was perfect: middle aged, slightly overweight but still in reasonable physical shape. He was married, and - judging by his jogging outfit - of some considerable means. She reached out with her mind and in a matter of moments he was hers. They walked the few blocks to a nondescript motel together and she waited outside while he paid for a room.
As she watched him standing there, naked, dry humping a hassock, immersed in a vision that she only partially controlled, she had to giggle. Men were so predictable and naked, aroused men were seldom the erotic sight they thought they were. She had learned to let her playthings develop their own fantasy without her input. It took far less power to let them do the heavy lifting, so to speak, and she had learned that the vast majority involved the loss of her virginity in one way or another. That was an event that had occurred on the eve of her 13th birthday when her stepfather had entered her bedroom drunk and horny. Unfortunately for him, his efforts failed to bring either of them to orgasm as the pain of his initial thrust triggered something inside her mind and she screamed her way through his mind, leaving him a drooling hulk with an un-rectifiable case of priapism. She left home soon after - chased out would be more accurate. Her newfound powers were too much for her mother. Being on her own had been rough initially, but as she grew into her abilities, she found ways to profit from them.
She had left him dry humping that bit of furniture for an hour or so. Her programming would keep his release at bay indefinitely but, hearing footsteps approaching, she knew it was time for him to play his part. She lay face down on the hassock and had him stand over her, his cock in his hand as he masturbated furiously, trying to reach his release. When she heard the knock on the door, she screamed. As the door burst open, she let him orgasm. She let the cop register the scene before him: a naked, obviously-underage waif being showered in a middle-aged man's cum. Then she reached out to the cop with her mind.
As the cop's world froze, she released him from her control. Time for negotiations.
